I am neither turtle nor hare

Mon, 02/02/2015 - 00:17 -- ptsui

My arms tighten too much like a knot would

To grasp the hand of a faceless Love

Lost and restless feet that know no home

Treading with barren toes in dust, a cracked heel tracing bloody footsteps


The ancient turtle will always outcrawl my wandering soul

Yet again we meet - “today it shall be me,” yet again I say


My scars are stitched by a hundred good intentions.


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